"If only I was yours, Zafar, sadly… I'm not," Zaya said, stepping away from Kabir.
Zafar's voice rose in frustration, "Can't you see my love for you? You're causing me such pain, Zaya. Watching you light up for another man, calling his name—it's tearing me apart. I long for you, and I can't help but be jealous of Kabir. I wish you could understand."
Zafar's breath trembled as silence filled the room, his gaze locked with Zaya's, his eyes brimming with hurt. Struggling to hold back tears, he didn't want to appear weak before her.
"My heart aches for you, Zaya," Zafar began, approaching her. "I'm in so much pain, more than I've ever felt. I fear what might happen if it consumes me.
"Don't say that, Zafar!" Zaya quickly rebuked.
"But it's the truth," Zafar said, his voice trembling as he moved back to his seat, burying his face in his hands. "You're hurting me and you don't see it. You can't understand the depth of my pain."
